Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 17:25:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Keith Trickett
Subject: Maxxed Out Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Days Of Our Lives. They
are all trademark and property of Corday Productions, Inc. and NBC
Daytime. Furthermore, I do not declare the sexuality of the characters I
choose to write for, nor the actors or actresses that portray them. I am in
no way affiliated with the Days Of Our Lives cast or crew, past or present,
and more than likely, future.
The four hot studs sat around the table, their faces mostly obstructed
by the cards in their hands. All you could see were four pairs of eyes over
the top of each hand, each at level of focused intensity that caused their
eyes to shine brighter, despite the poor lighting. Somewhere between being in
Max's room and the game commencing, Shawn had managed a hair cut, and now
maintained his formerly habitual jock-boy short crew cut look. Each guy had
had their turn with stripping except for Frankie: Shawn had on one sock,
having discarded his shoes and one sock; Patrick was completely barefoot and
shirtless, while Max just barefoot. Frankie, on the other hand, had yet to
remove one article of clothing. The problem was, he'd been getting a winning
hand each time and, separately, each guy swore he must have fixed the game
somehow, even though each round had a different dealer.
This time, however, Max won and got to decided who would get to take
what off, "Well, big brother, seeing as everyone else as at least one foot
unclothed, I think we oughta start with those work boots of yours," Frankie
obliged, lifting his right leg up onto his left and tugging the corresponding
boot from his foot. However, this still left him with a clothed foot. As the
game went on Frankie lost more and more and before long, he and Max were
twins; Max hadn't lost another hand yet. As everyone was now barefoot, Max
introduced a new rule: whoever has the winning hand for the deal not only
chooses their victim stripper, but gets to choose what is removed and even
get to remove it personally, to add to the erotica of the game. Patrick won
the next hand and chose Max's pants, which left him tight black CKs that left
such little to the imagination. When Patrick tugged his jeans off, in fact,
Max's hard-on visually grew to full mast, clothed though it was.
Shawn, having not won much of anything the whole game, finally was
able to come up from behind Frankie and slide his fingers under his shirt.
Frankie shivered at Shawn's cold hands and lifted his arms to oblige.
Finally, the other three men thought, salivating, we've got this guy topless.
Even Max, who had seen him strip countless times, never got tired of nice
glimpse of his brother's hot chest. Shawn rubbed Frankie's chest and the
older man turned his head, getting his lips caught between Shawn's before he
had time to respond. Patrick and Max whipped their dicks out and whacked
along with the hot make out session that ensued. One of Frankie's hands got
its fingers dug into Shawn's shortly-coiffed hairdo and Shawn trailed his
hands down his "uncle's" chest and back up again, giving his firm pecs a
wonderful massage. While these two men were lost in each other's seduction,
Max and Patrick each put their feet up on Frankie's card table and stroked
their throbbing thrusters with wild abandon, find the scene of the two studs
going at it to be beyond hot. Frankie rose from his chair and turned around
to face Shawn, his bare back to the stroking stallions. Shawn kicked the
chair out of the way and advanced on Frankie, who stumbled and fell, landing
bubble-butt first on the edge of the table.
"Good thing we thought to put our feet up, big bro," Max teased, still
beating fiercely, "Otherwise that would have been a much harder fall,"
Frankie didn't look back; Shawn had his complete attention. In his current
state, the virile Brady boy was his most irresistible. Left in just a white
tank top and his jeans, he sank to his knees, gaining an eye-level advantage
to Frankie's bulging, jean-clad crotch. His hands reclaimed the skin of
Frankie's torso, rubbing and rubbing while he eyed Frankie's crotch
desperately. While one of his hands gave Frankie's left nipple special
attention, Shawn's now free hand began to loosen his "uncle" from the jeans
that held his bottom half concealed from Shawn's insatiable brown eyes. A six-
inch rod arose from Frankie's thick bush of pubes and Shawn eyes it with
interest. Frankie, meanwhile, looked as though he might blow at any moment.
Not wanting this to be over quickly, Shawn smiled.
"I see someone's gone commando," Frankie was about to protest to all
this extra stripping Shawn was getting to do of him until he felt a young,
hot, saliva-rich mouth surround his dick. Shawn went down on Frankie like a
pro, taking every inch down his throat and burying his face in the furry bush
that his about half an inch of Frankie's length. Frankie's hand once again
had its fingers digging into Shawn's short `do, but this time, instead of a
lip lock he was encouraging the intense, taboo blowjob he was now receiving.
Shawn rubbed Frankie's hairy, firm thighs as he ran his tongue over the veiny
rod of flesh like a dripping ice cream. After a few moment's, Shawn rose from
his knees and leaned into Frankie, planting a wet, sweet kiss on his lips.
Frankie leaned back on the table and Shawn climbed onto him; all the while
Max and Patrick were still stroking in earnest, wondering if Shawn planned on
using them in this hot exercise.
Frankie forced Shawn out of the rest of his clothes and Shawn stood
again, his dick point at Frankie. Shawn lifted Frankie's legs and rested them
upon his shoulders and darted two fingers into the sweet hole between the
smooth, firm buns. Frankie cried out and Shawn smirked, fucking the hole with
his fingers. With his free hand, he reached inside his jean pocket for his
wallet and removed a condom package from a sleeve within it. Tearing it open
between his teeth, he sheathed his cock and removed his finger. It was great
to see that Frankie was nice and clean in there and that only his best juices
were now coating Shawn's fingers. He used them to lube up his hot cock, which
was the same length as Frankie's, but with a slight, sexy curve upwards.
"Open wide, Frankie, I'm coming," Shawn teased with a smirk and placed
the head at the crevice between the cheeks. The entrance was slow and
cautious, but once he was in there, it was obvious he knew what he was doing.
The pain was gone instantly and he had Frankie moaning his name, as he
pounded his ass. The other men took advantage of Frankie's gaping mouth,
taking turns fucking his mouth with their hard-ons. It wasn't long before he
was taking both dicks into a hand and sucking on one while stroking the
other. Shawn squeezed Frankie's nipples between his finger and thumb as he
thrusted inside his deep hole. They were all brought out of their reverie
when there came a loud pounding on Frankie's door.
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